Alabaster

A Damsel in distress
She did not repress
Stuck by an epiphany
She rushed to Bethany
Burdened by her sin
Mary Magdalene
Clung to Jesus’ feet
Her tears washed it wet
His towel her tresses
His feet covered in kisses

At Simon’s abode
On the Lord, she poured
A perfume of nard
An alabaster full
The crowd was resentful
“That’s one year’s wages
This is outrageous!
Give it to the destitute”
Their observations were astute

Then said the master
“That perfume she poured
was to prepare for my burial
This feeling is surreal!
You will always have the poor
But not me, for sure
She did what she could
A beautiful deed to be told
All throughout the world
When the Gospel is preached”